So my Arki buddies and I watched One More Chance last Thursday.
It was an hour and a half film but we watched it for two whole hours. David had to pause the film every time he made a side comment. But we can’t feign innocence either. Every now and then, one of us would bash the characters’ wardrobe, or their hairstyles, or the plot holes, and especially how wrong they got the architecture-related shenanigans. Halfway through the movie, we decided not to make a big deal out of each detail we see, else we won’t be able to finish it.
It was an hour and half film, and an overrated one at that. But spontaneously watching it with close friends made the experience much more special. We sprawled over the corridor in front of the library, occasionally blocking passers-by. Anna was cuddling over David who sat beside Donna whom I was lying in front of, while having Isabel lean on my stomach. I think we unknowingly created an innovation to the whole couch-potato-ing experience.
It was an hour and a half film but during the two whole hours, I had been wishing that he was with us, watching.